There are times that a wave of nostalgia rolls over me, and I long for simpler days. Like days when watching television was easy, no monthly fee for service, and no antenna dish needed to pick up the high definition signal. A time when television programs were paid by commercials, a time when the three major channels offered more than reality shows, and a time when I wasn't embarrassed to watch a show with my mother. A time when the story did not need detailed sexual scenes, coarse language, or graphic violence to be entertaining. Television producers left something for our active imaginations. I do use my remote control as needed.
 |
| A good friend in repose at the herb garden house could be a Monet painting. |
Instead of lamenting things I cannot change, I enjoy visiting sites and shops that continue to offer quality goods and services created with craftsmanship developed with care and concern. Places that offer beautiful, useful objects built to last, things not found in every store.
